Archive for November, 2005

tickle

if u dont know abt tickle, its a place where you can do some crazy and fun tests

i thought i checkout the “What’s Your True Colour?” test

check out the results i got

Praveen, your true colour is Black!

Your colour is black. The colour of night. Serene and mysterious, black conjures up images of elegant evening gowns, dashing tuxedos, and gleaming limousines. Traditionally a symbol of success, black also represents power and an uncompromising demand for perfection. Not surprisingly, you tend to set challenging goals for yourself and do whatever it takes to achieve them — your strength of character is second to none. This unfaltering determination, along with your natural elegance, impresses people. But keep in mind that your personality might be intimidating to some. Try to temper your demanding side with a little softness — trust us, it won’t kill you. Overall, though, black is the colour of professionalism and achievement, which means it’s clearly the colour for you.

i always like black.. now more reason to like it :))

if uwanna check it, here is the url tickle.com

just leave me alone

for the first time in the last 4 months or so, i was awake till 6am.. doing nothing just listening to my music..

i dont change the songs often.. just load them up in winamp abt 400 or 500 at a time and listen to them over and over again until i get bored with them..

so thats given me something to write abt today

mostly i listen to rock, house, dance, electronic..

irony is i dont dance nowadays nor i did before, but i like the dance, house tracks.. dont know why i stopped but dont feel like dancing at all..

thats why at any cost i avoid going down to a club or a dance party.. infact i stopped going to clubs and parties for a long time..

likewise i dont like parties at all..dont know why.. but i hate going to one.. maybe i ave grown old.. lol :))

somehow i grown fond of staying alone.. my computer, internet, music, books and myself..

right now i got to go out.. so more abt this when icome back

Laughs

i visit a lot of forums and sites everyday.
and in my travels i come across shit loads of jokes, information about anything and everything..

so thought i shall “steal” some jokes from there and post them here

so the laughs category..

not yet sure if i wanna add a link section yet.. but may in the future

Qantas Gripe Sheets

After every flight, Qantas pilots fill out a
form, called a “gripe sheet,” which tells mechanics
about problems with the aircraft. The mechanics
correct the problems, document their repairs on the
form, and then pilots review the gripe sheets before
the next flight. Never let it be said that ground
crews lack a sense of humor. Here are some actual maintenance
complaints submitted by Qantas’ pilots (marked with
a P) and the solutions recorded (marked with an
S) by maintenance engineers.

By the way, Qantas is the only major airline that
has never had an accident. . Enjoy!

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P: Left inside main tire almost needs
replacement.

S: Almost replaced left inside main tire.

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P: Test flight OK, except auto-land very rough.

S: Auto-land not installed on this aircraft.

P: Something loose in cockpit.

S: Something tightened in cockpit.

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P: Dead bugs on windshield.

S: Live bugs on back-order.

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P: Autopilot in altitude-hold mode produces a 200
feet per minute descent.

S: Cannot reproduce problem on ground.

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P: Evidence of leak on right main landing gear.

S: Evidence removed.

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P: DME volume unbelievably loud.

S: DME volume set to more believable level.

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P: Friction locks cause throttle levers to stick.

S: That’s what they’re for.

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P: IFF inoperative.

S: IFF always inoperative in OFF mode.

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P: Suspected crack in windshield.

S: Suspect you’re right.

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P: Number 3 engine missing.

S: Engine found on right wing after brief search.

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P: Aircraft handles funny.

S: Aircraft warned to straighten up, fly right,
and be serious.

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P: Target radar hums.

S: Reprogrammed target radar with lyrics.

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P: Mouse in cockpit.

S: Cat installed.

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And the best one for last………………

P: Noise coming from under instrument panel.
Sounds like a midget pounding on something with a
hammer.

S: Took hammer away from midget

Redemption

I wear my sadness, for all to see
Like a medal upon my chest
Once I was your hero
Now I’m just like the rest

Another face in a faceless crowd
With no future but my own
A heart that once was filled with hope
is now nothing more than stone

I gave you all that was me
I thought it could not end
Until you said those imortal words
“I just want to be your friend”

The sleepless nights, The tears I cried
the faded photos fueling my pain
celliod leeches bleeding my mind
everything lost, nothing to gain

Through endless days and sleepless nights
Alone in my private hell
waiting for you to admit your mistake
foolishly hoping, you’d make it well

well now those days are over
I’ve steered my ship through the storm
My mind is stable, my heart alive
My soul no longer torn

I re-enter the world of the living
knowing I’ve pulled through
my heart an open book
ready to love anew.

Fugazi

Love Vampire

Foolishly I Believed,
All The Words You Said.
Only When Reality Kicked In
Did I Realise It Was Just A Game.
You Played My Heart!
Wrapped My Mind In Chains!
Undermined My Defences,
And Stole My Soul.
When There Was No More To Take,
You Turned Your Back
And Walked Away,
Onward To Your Next Victim
Me, Left Behind, A Broken Wreck!
A Shell Without A Soul.
An Overwelming Emptiness
Filled My Every Day,
As I Watch You Take …
Your Next Conquest, Willingly, By The Hand
And Lead Them To Their Doom.

Fugazi

Kill or be Killed

I Look Into My Future
From The Echo’s Of My Past
Dream Of Things As Yet Unknown
Ideas That Will No Last.
A Pause Of Pregnant Nature
Where Even Time Is Set On Pause
Waiting With Baited Breath
For Me To Give Just Cause
That While I Hold The Power
To Take You Life Or Not
Do I Simply Walk Away
Or Take The Killing Shot
I Look Into Your Rabbit Eyes
See Hatred Streaked With Fear
Is That Moistness Starting?
The Beginnings Of A Tear.
Do I Want To Be A Killer?
Lose Another Piece Of My Soul
If I Blow Away Your Soulfull Eyes
Will I Ever Be Whole?
It Seems To Be So Useless
No Point In This Killing Act
I Holster My Gun And Walk Away
And You Shot Me In The Back.

Kill Or Be Killed
Thats What We Were Told
I Never Really Believed It
Never Thought Others Could Be So Cold

I Wonder What Your Thinking
Does It Matter Now I’m Dead
Or Are The Thoughts That I Had
Now Running Through Your Head.

Fugazi

Excuse me while i weep

How can a heart be broken twice
How can faith be swept aside
How can a soul be torn again
Quite simply with a lie.
I thought I was over you
Thought I’d moved along
How could I be so stupid
How could I be so wrong.
What I found this lonely night
The words that you had sent
Have finally killed the final spark
The fire of love all spent
I never gave up hoping
Never truely believed
That all we had ended
How easily I was decieved
For long before this started
Your eyes were focused away
No matter how much I wanted
Everything finished that day.

So please don’t be offended
If I cry myself to sleep
If you hear my sorrow
excuse me while I weep

I no longer wish to hold you
though the yearning is always there
I’ve finally come to realise
you never really cared.
I should explain to the world
that an angel you are not
but I love our children to much
to burden them with our lot
I sit here writing verses
Just trying to work it out
everything has a purpoose
of that there is no doubt
Was your mission to love me
then break my heart in two
all I ever wanted
was forever to be with you
But now that time is over
your actions have murdered what was
killed what could have been
but just remember this, because…

…I won’t be offended
If you cry yourself to sleep
and if I hear your sorrow
I’ll excuse you while you weep.

No excuses for your actions
No words can dull the pain
No amount of sorrys
Could make me trust you again.

All because you could not sit
and tell me what was wrong
You built that wall around yourself
and made it much to strong
I could never breach it
could never find the door
Until the day I stopped trying
until I could take no more.

So please don’t be offended
If I cry myself to sleep
If you hear my sorrow
excuse me while I weep

Just excuse me while I weep

Fugaazi

Silent Screams

In the darken hole you curl
Like a baby in the womb
No chance you can escape
From the confines of this tomb.
sound can reach your ears
light can touch your eyes
and every day you lie there
another piece will die
Although your mind is crying out
your tongue is tied in knots
although you skin is icy cold
your soul it burns red hot

A simple injection is all it took
to put your body to sleep
oh how you want to touch the hand
of your mother as she weeps
“Just one little hit”
Your friends all said
“Everybodies doing it
and they are not dead”

Just one little prick in the vein in your arm
Felt the joy raise as through your body it tore
No time to think, to late to stop
As the first hint of rush hit your brain with a roar
To late to stop
To far gone
only when seizure hit you
did you think something was wrong

One little needle to waste your life
no more future, no more dreams
as you lie on your coma straining to speak
nobody can hear your silent screams.

Fug

Comments or no Comments??

i am thinking whether to allow comments or not..

i have been toying with the idea since i installed this script in the morning (thats when i decided to blog :D)

my worry is what if people decide to spam the page??

already i get shitload of emails every single day.

even today the worthless piece of spam blocker in yahoo is not working.. i get over 2000 emails a day. so i had to turn off bulk email. dont even know if someone really wanting to contact me emails there as i stopped using it.

compared to that, hotmail is way better..

maybe i will enable comments and if i get spammed then disable it